Talking to the Glass

[Verse]

I talk to the mirror like it owes me an answer,

ask it who I'm becoming, ask it who I was after.

Some days I'm the lesson, some days I'm the teacher,

some days I can't tell the difference between the two, either.

I've been counting up my chances like they're coins in a jar,

learned the hardest math is knowing who you really are.

Every wrong turn taught me something I could use,